Page 85 of Vendetta Crown

Her hips lifting to meet me as the head of my cock pushes past her wet and inviting folds.

I push forward slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop me inch by inch. Each second is torturous bliss as I sink into her welcoming body until the universe narrows to a point where our bodies are connected.

"Aurora," I whisper against her lips as I sink deeper and deeper.

Her eyes, wide with desire, never leave mine even when her mouth parts in pleasure.

"Deeper," she commands, panting.

I press deeper, feeling her body stretch and yield to accommodate me. Silken heat wraps around me as she squeezes with a deliberate, maddening pressure.

She knows exactly what she's doing, clenching her inner muscles around my length to draw me in like a siren's call. Her body speaks to mine in a primal language only the two of us can understand.

Her lips capture mine again in a kiss that feels like drowning. I'm lost in her. Lost in the coconut scent of her hair, the sweet taste of the remnant from our mutual arousals on her mouth, and the velvet grip of her pussy around my cock.

I groan into her mouth as she takes me in until I'm buried to the hilt, as deep as physically possible.

For a moment, we're perfectly still. I feel her heartbeat pulsing around my cock until it matches mine, breath mingling between us as our bodies joins in perfect unison.

This isn't just lovemaking.

This feels likehome.

"Are you going to stay there all night?" she whispers, her voice throaty with need. "Or are you going to start fucking me?"

I begin to move then, drawing back slowly before pushing forward again. The grip of her inner walls against my sensitive flesh is overwhelming. Crushing my lips against hers, I begin to move faster and faster until I establish a rhythm—long, deep strokes that have her gasping and whimpering from each thrust.

Her nails dig into my shoulders but I welcome the sting. It's a reminder that this is real, that she's real beneath me, around me, with me.

Her thighs tighten around my waist, locking me in place like she's afraid I might back away if she doesn't.

"Faster," Aurora urges, her breath hot against my ear. "Don't hold back."

I hesitate, worried about hurting her. The bruises have mostly faded, but the memory of what Kristofer did to her still haunts me.

"I won't break," she whispers. "I promise. I want this."

Her hazel eyes lock with mine, challenging and trusting all at once. And I know she's right. I won't hurt her. I could never hurt her. What flows between us isn't violence but passion.

This is what she wants from me. What she needs.

I grip her hips. Tighten my hold. Pull back almost completely.

Then slam forward.

Aurora's mouth opens in a silent cry.

I do it again. Harder. Faster.

Her nails rake my back.

Our bodies slap together. The wet sounds of our joining fill the room.

"Yes," she gasps. "Like that."

I lose myself in her heat. In her wetness. In the way she takes all of me.

Sweat drips between us. Our skin slides. Friction builds.

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